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To be honest, I’m not even sure where to start. It’s a such a fucking dream come true having her in here, so many fantasies playing on repeat in my mind that the urge to keep her locked down here for a week or maybe even a month is compelling. I want to try everything with her.
I want to push her until she bends. Bend her until she breaks. I want her to challenge me, sass me, submit to me. I want to make her mine and brand my name under her skin until all she thinks and breathes is me. I’ll share her with my brothers because they’re as enraptured by her as I am, and because I think it would hurt her to make her choose, but there’s no mistaking that she’s mine.
“Let’s get her cooled down a little,” I tell Frost with a quick wink. “And warmed up.”
Frost gives me the nod and Wint steps forward to guide Candy over to the table Don has wheeled out and set up. It’s metal, and sleek and simple in its design – like a surgical bench – with large O-rings all around the edges to offer multiple bondage options. It also has the added bonus of being able to split in various configurations, but Candy doesn’t know that yet.
“On your back,” I say gruffly, already falling into the role that comes as naturally to me as breathing.
Wint gives her a hand up and I smirk when she gasps at how cold the metal is under her peachy ass. He helps her into place while I consider how I want to cuff her to the bench. It would be a shame to undo the pretty bow at her wrists.
“Arms above your head,” I instruct and she doesn’t hesitate.
“Good girl,” Dash calls out, Candy turns her head to look at him and gives him a shy smile. Frost scoffs.
“Don’t fucking praise her for putting her hands up. She followed one simple instruction that any half-wit could,” he sneers, causing Candy’s cheeks to heat. Her nipples pebble though, poking out from between the crimson silk harness I crafted for her.
This will be a lot of fun.
Don steps forward with the large metal sheet that will block Candy’s view of the rest of her body, slotting it into space around her neck. She tries to look up at him, but she can’t move and the movement of her chest increases.
“Are you going to cut me in half?” she jokes.
I guess it does resemble a magician’s ‘box’ in that respect, but it’s really just an excellent way to deprive Candy of her view of what’s happening, without depriving the rest of us the pleasure of watching her reactions play out on her face and in her gaze compared to if we used a blindfold or hood.
I’m not saying I wouldn’t use those things with her in the future, but today, for her first experience, I don’t want to miss a thing.
Making quick work of trying the ends of her ribbons through the metal rings to secure her arms above her head, I attach thick black leather cuffs around her ankles and use a double ended bolt snap to clip them in place before removing the heels that help to make her legs look so magnificent. At the moment her legs are together, but she’ll be in for a surprise when we split the lower half of the table, exposing her to the room.
I step back so that Frost has room to work, and he wastes no time in getting started.
“Safeword?” he asks Candy.
“Socks!” she squeaks. “Are you going to hurt me?”
She wiggles on the bench as if she’ll be able to get free if he answers yes.
“No, Bambi. This is just something new. Something that I know a slut like you will love.”
Her eyelids flutter closed but spring open again when Frost runs an ice cube down the length of her torso, swirling it around her belly button. “Oh!” she gasps. Frost doesn’t react, just continues running the ice cube meticulously over every inch of her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt in his wake. He teases her nipples with the cube until her hips are rocking gently from side to side in a futile attempt to escape him. He replaces the melted cube with another and runs it between her thighs and I watch in fascination as she shivers. When he gently pushes the ice inside her, a mewling cry falls from her lips.
Frost smirks and glances at me. I dip my chin, ready to move on and he switches his bowl of ice for a crimson candle, which he lights and allows to burn for a moment. The wax slowly melts and Frost stares at it, entranced. Candy is fidgeting, getting restless because all sensation has stopped. I think the silence among us is also disconcerting for her, but it’s another easy way of depriving her clues about what’s coming.
Frost checks the temperature of the wax by tipping the tapered candle and allowing a drop of wax to fall on the inside of his wrist. He nods to himself, seemingly satisfied that Candy will be able to handle it, and wipes the drops away before they can form a skin.
Candy’s eyes are sparkling with a mix of anticipation and curiosity, I can see the need to know what’s about to happen burning on her face as I study her intently. I’m enjoying myself.It’s new to be down here and not taking the lead, but I enjoy watching my brother work.
Frost’s grin becomes darkly mischievous, and I know that he’s going to enjoy this too. He steps closer to Candy and raises the candle so that it’s a good distance away from her skin. The bigger the distance, the lesser the sting as the wax cools quickly while falling. It never really hurts, but it can be intense – especially when you don’t know what to expect.
Tilting the tapered crimson candle so that the wax droplets cling to the wick like wicked jewels, and then with a snap of his wrist, a bead of molten wax is released, falling, and dropping onto Candy’s bare shoulder. She flinches, a gasp escaping her lips, but she doesn’t use her safeword.
The wax cools, sets and hardens on her skin, leaving a temporary mark. It’s such a vivid contrast to the pale softness of her flesh.
I’m unable to tear my eyes away as Frost continues, each drip of wax leaving a trail of heat and sensation in its wake as he spatters her body with the marks of his claiming. Candy gasps whenever he brings the wax a little closer to her skin, letting the jewels fall hotter and burn longer. His expression is deep with concentration, but his eyes are blazing with lust. Every movement he makes, every placement of the wax is carefully calculated to excite and thrill Candy, pushing her boundaries. The more he tilts the candle, the faster the wax drips, landing in quick succession as he paints her like an artist creating a masterpiece on the canvas of her body.
Candy’s reactions switch from surprise to pleasure, and eventually even craving. Her arousal is a beautiful thing to behold. She tilts her hips, as if trying to guess where the next drop will land, but Frost doesn’t keep to any set pattern, keeping her guessing and on edge. With each deliberate drop, her body arches slightly and it becomes harder to watch without joiningin. It would be so easy to reach out and run my fingertips over the raised bumps of wax, to tease those pert nipples until she’s begging us to seal them in a molten tomb.
As if he can read my mind, Frost drips two beads in quick succession onto each of Candy’s nipples, making her cry out and arch up. She looks beautiful like that, wild in her pleasure, but chained like a captive animal at our mercy.
